Lotharios and Chiquitas
Trip Start Jun 09, 2005
36Trip End ??? ??, 2006
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Just before hopping on the bus to Bilbao, Mick suddenly clenches his back in pain and realises that he can barely move. Shit. He has pinched a nerve in his back and spends the next two days in agony in bed watching tournament billiards (he is fine now by the way) Lisa wanders fairly aimlessly around what is a quite nice town, but one that doesn't have a whole lot for a tourist once it's one hit wonder, the Guggenheim Mueseum (actually one of the best modern art galleries in the world - and the most amazing building I have ever seen) has been explored. Bilbao seems a fairly conservative and traditional place. Once again, there are numerous basque flags and political banners flying
I spent a reasonably pleasant Easter Friday afternoon strolling around the old town centre and exploring the museum. Walking back, I suddenly hear the sound of drums and trumpets behind me. I look around to see one of the downright weirdest sight of my life. What the hell? What are the Ku Klux Clan doing in Bilbao - and why are they carrying a float of Jesus on the Cross? Have a look at the photos and you will see what I mean. Fortunately the procession went on for a good five or six hours, and was right beneath our hotel window so MIck also got to see this scary religious 'festival', for lack of a better word.
There is not much else to tell you about Bilbao really, except it is a pretty but fairly dull city. I get the impression it is a little like Brisbane, in that there is little for a tourist to do unless you have a car and have a local to show you its hidden secrets. Beyond Bilbao I knew there was some great beaches and mountainous country. I had once again tryed to ask about the mountains at the tourist office, and was met with puzzlement when I asked if I could visit
This trip has been very up and down, with some some parts being really quite stressful. We ended up with a completely different experience than the one we planned, but probably all the better for it.
Oh yeah, bizarely, Spain also has by far the best coffee of any country we have been to. Go figure?